Mom
With patience she has bought me up,
So much love it keeps overflowing the cup.
She comforts me when I am in pain,
Or else a long time ago i would have gone insane.
I get scolded when she is right,
But so rarely has she abused her might.
I love you mom beyond compare,
If ever you need me I will be there.
God is here in a disguise for me,
The faster I realise the better things shall be.
Copyright © Mohit Misra | Year Posted 2005
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